Yeah, as opposed to having to live here.

Tom Brady: Million dollar arm, five cent head.

But when you want to LEAVE a restaurant, you can just LEAVE. No one follows you, no one threatens you and your family. This is just the worst analogy to try and explain Scientology.

Uh, no. Just no.

What you said. That movie is the shit.

Gaahd. That made me wanna kill my Michigander-self

But I do love me some Carl Marino.

He was at the casino in Detroit, drinking the last of whatever good will people still had for him.

And maybe he is just an asshole.

A goddamn cinematic masterpiece.

This quote from ESPN:

Sorry, but that does not excuse MiniBar. She just needs to stop. Now. For Fuck's Sake. Think of the children.

But JRich was a beast when he played for Arthur Hill HS in my hometown. A BEAST, I tell ya.

But at some point the bullshit has to stop. She has to face it—he left. Or she kicked him out. Either way, in spite of the fact that he has kids, he gets to have his own life. Goop doesn't let the kids get in the way of her affairs, but let her control issues interfere with her marriage.

Yeah—Phil and his future murderer.

This is how they treat fast-food workers. This happened to me, and I was told to go lie down for ten minutes then get back to work. I fucking quit on the spot.

Still the last guy to win 30, though. 31-6.

The car was notoriously unstable. Warnings were sent to every dealership regarding the car's handling issues. Speed definitely comes into play because the car was unstable—meaning close to undriveable.